Two days ago, Tiger caught a mouse in my kitchen. While we scrambled to catch both of them, without losing the mouse, my son and I failed.
The mouse ran off into the utility room. Tiger sat there all day and night waiting and waiting.
Then the next day, one of the girls starts laughing, as Tiger had his head buried in my son's shoe. We didn't think anything of it.
...and then the day after that, my son brings me his shoe. In it, is a dead mouse - HA HA HA HA! Good kitty! See my daughter's blog at : Life as Teen Farmgirl for a photo.
